Thursday, December 22, 2005

Day at Home

Yesterday, receive telephone call at 8 a.m. Am, for once, happy at work on book. Annoyed, answer phone with brisk (and in retrospect, very rude) What. It is the Vice-Boss. Spill coffee all over lap. Yelp. Explain problem of coffee to the Vice-Boss. She seems less than unconcerned. Want to tell her that have sustained third degree burns which will likely require surgery, but, naturally, don't. Vice-boss says that I am not to walk in to work today. It is too cold. Say O. (Had intended to call in sick.) Day spent taking Jenny on walks--now that Jenny has booties and Jacket, wants to be outside all the time whether or no she has business to do. Later in afternoon, convince Dave to go see movie with me. Only movie Syriana, which enjoy very much, but worry that will have bad dreams. Later, 3:30 a.m., do have bad dreams. Dreams involve Paris being bombed from Destroyers in the seine. Wake up in a cold sweat at 3:30 and stay alertly awake until 6, worrying about holiday trip to Dave's mother's house.

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